He’s as delicate as a fresh white snow, just trying to survive.
But he’s as tough as a brick-built house, withstanding heat and time.
He’s as cute as a cuddly panda going down a slide,
But he’s hotter than the sun as it beams on the seaside.
He belongs to no one, yet he is mine.
He’s filled with contradictions, but to me, that’s just fine.
He takes perfection and goes above.
He teaches me about this thing called love.